Merry illusion

.Raising his head, Mo Xian leaned against the door, holding a fan in his hand, and the breeze gently stirred a few strands of black hair.

Before Mo Chen could answer, Mo Yang behind him said, "Mo Chen and I went out to fly a kite with Yan'er."

Mo Xian glanced at the two of them vaguely, and finally fixed on Mo Yang's waist, angry: "Mo Chen knelt down, who do you think you are, how dare you let my elder brother follow you like a servant?" Behind, what a big face."

Mo Chen knelt down in front of Mo Xian with a plop and said, "Mo Chen knows his mistake."

"Second brother, it's not like this, it has nothing to do with Mo Chen." Mo Yang hurriedly explained

"Brother, it doesn't seem to be my business if I teach my servants a lesson! Don't worry too much, if my brother takes a fancy to this clumsy servant like me, just ask, I will send it to my brother." Mo Xian mocked with a smile .

"Second brother, then Mo Chen..."

Before Mo Yang finished speaking, Mo Chen tugged on Mo Xian's sleeve, with tears in his eyes, he said: "Mo Chen is only the servant of the Second Young Master, and he has no other intentions."

Mo Xian's smile grew wider: "Brother, did you hear that? My servants don't look down on Big Brother, Big Brother, please go back!"

Mo Yang looked at Mo Chen helplessly and pityingly, and left with a wave of his sleeves.

"Come in." Mo Xian finished walking towards the house.

Mo Chen hurriedly got up to follow, then knelt down again.

Mo Xian tore off the sachet from his waist and threw it in front of Mo Chen: "Don't bring me such things in the future, since you like to give them away so much, then give one to everyone in the house."

Mo Chen lowered his head and did not speak.

"Did you hear that?" Mo Xian said slightly angrily.

"Yes."

"Go back!" Mo Xian said looking at Mo Chenwenwen's weak appearance.

Mo Xian stared at Mo Chen's weak back, thinking about going out to fly a kite with Mo Yang, he felt a little angry: "In the future, you are not allowed to go out without my permission."

Mo Chen just walked to the door, his body stiffened and he replied: "Yes."

Days with nothing to worry about always go by quickly.

"Brother Mo Chen, come on the swing with me!" Yan'er came to pester him again.

Mo Chen raised his hand to wipe his sweat, and didn't even realize that the black charcoal dust on his hand was smeared on his face. He looked anxiously at the casserole for soup, and fanned the fire with a fan, saying in his mouth: "Yan'er, while Go play, brother will accompany you on the swing."

Yan'er still held onto the hem of his clothes and acted like a baby: "Brother Mo Chen."

"Hey, this soup is for your second brother. He has not looked well recently, and he needs to drink some ginseng soup to make up for it. Don't make trouble." Mo Chen looked at Huo anxiously and explained patiently.

Unexpectedly, the little girl flicked the corner of her clothes indulgently and said: "Brother Mo Chen is always so kind to the second brother, but the second brother doesn't appreciate it, why does he look sour, he is messing around outside every day."

Mo Chen quickly covered Mo Yan'er's mouth, looked around, and then let go, with some helplessness in his eyes: "Where did you hear the nonsense from the kid's family, your second brother is very good, and he treats me well..." The man's eyebrows and eyes drooping "...nice"

As the daughter of the Mo Mansion, Mo Yan'er always had a temper: "Huh", he ignored him and ran out to play.

Inside the room was a beautiful white shirt, holding a painting fan and shaking it slowly, holding a woman with soft eyes and phoenix eyes in her arms, nestled coquettishly in the white shirt.

The room was lit with incense, mixed with the smell of rouge and gouache, and as soon as I entered, I felt an indescribable feeling.

Mo Chen held a bowl of ginseng soup and pushed the door in. At this matter, Mo Xian was playing with the woman in his arms, trying to kiss the woman in his arms, but Mo Chen broke through, and said angrily: "You do it!" What."

Mo Chen humbly lowered his head and handed the ginseng soup to Mo Xian's chest: "My lord, please drink the ginseng soup."

Mo Xian took the ginseng soup a little impatiently, but the person in his arms said: "Your servants are so unruly, they came into the son's room at will."

Seeing Mo Chen, Mo Xian thought of what happened last time, and felt a little unhappy.Hearing the woman say this, she became more and more displeased with Mo Chen, raised her hand and threw away the hot ginseng soup that had been boiling all night. It was unintentional, but unexpectedly it fell on Mo Chen.

"Ah..." There was a low cry of pain, Mo Chen tried his best to endure it but still couldn't help crying out. He heard the cooking master in the mansion say that ginseng soup works best when it's hot, so he just stewed it. They brought it in a hurry, and it was still boiling hot.

Mo Xian raised his eyebrows and looked over. The hand that was splashed by the soup was already red and swollen. He tremblingly picked up the fragments on the ground, and was accidentally cut by the fragments to overflowing with blood. He couldn't help frowning.

"What is Second Young Master doing here?" Tong Bo saw Mo Xian standing under a tree looking into the distance, and took advantage of the opportunity to look over to Mo Chen sitting at the corner of the corridor looking up at the sky.

Mo Xian waved his fan and walked in front of Mo Chen, looking at the white gauze wrapped in Mo Chen's hand, why is it not good after a long time?There is some concern in my heart, but I can't utter the words of concern.

Mo Chen hastily saluted him respectfully: "Second Young Master."

Mo Xian held the fan in his hand, looked at it for a long time, and finally said awkwardly: "If you know that you are stupid, don't do these things, so as not to hurt yourself."

Everything passed peacefully until later.

"Mo Chen, just now the winery sent someone to deliver the wine that the Second Young Master asked for. I still have a lot of things to do. Please help me take the wine to the Second Young Master's room!" A maid said to him.

"Okay." Mo Chen picked up the jug, the jug was exquisite, with a faint aroma of wine exuding from the spout, it was the young master's favorite wine.

Mo Xian was not in the mansion, Mo Chen put the jug away, one wine glass was missing on the table, Mo Chen searched in the room, and finally found it on the low table before the collapse.

There is still half a glass of wine in the glass, it must be left by Mo Xian.Mo Chen stared blankly for a long time, the strong aroma of wine twitched his nostrils, and there was still an unenviable taste on the mouth of the cup.

Slowly, slowly, I passed the mouth of the cup to my lips, and the spicy taste spread out in my mouth. It turns out... this is what the wine tastes like.

Mo Chen didn't know how to drink, but he insisted on Mo Xian's glass and didn't want to put it down, so he poured another glass.

In the garden, Mo Yang came to look for Mo Chen again but there was no one there, and asked a maid: "Did you see Mo Chen?"

It happened to be the maid, and the maid was stunned for a moment before she realized: "Second...eldest son, he went to put the newly delivered wine in the second son's room."

After Mo Yang left, a servant next to him said to the maid: "Isn't that the Second Young Master?"

"That's not true, that's the Eldest Young Master. Look at the way he walks, how could he be the Second Young Master. But having said that, it's really easy to admit that the Eldest Young Master is wearing a white robe."

"Yeah, I thought you made a mistake at first."

Seeing that the door of Mo Xian's room was open, Mo Yang went in directly. Mo Chen was already a little drunk at this time, and his face was flushed.

"Mo Chen." Mo Yang stood by the door and called softly.

Mo Chen looked up in a daze, walked over staggeringly, and said: "My lord, you are back."

Mo Chen stood unsteadily, and suddenly threw himself into Mo Yang's arms, raising his eyes full of affectionate love.

Mo Yang was stunned when he saw this look, and wanted to straighten him upright, but unexpectedly, Mo Chen kissed him. His warm and moist lips smelled of alcohol, and his crazily biting crushed the love that was always eager to move in his heart. Thoroughly awakened, the love that has been unknown until now magnified the passion in his heart, Mo Yang embraced Mo Chen with one hand, and closed the door tightly with the other.

Mo Chen watched the greed in "Mo Xian"'s heart strengthened by wine, and greedily kissed this person who was thinking about it day and night, unlike the usual cowardly and timid, he took the initiative to untie his lover's clothes, maybe this kind of affection was suppressed For too long, I want to release, completely release.

He silently guarded him, he silently guarded him, both of them had suppressed their emotions in their hearts for a long time, and at this moment they desperately wanted to release them, losing their rationality and nature, only desire, naked desire.The love in my heart has been responded at this moment, if this is a dream, then don't wake up.

At this moment, he finally got him, and he no longer had to watch him embrace others again, and no longer had to experience the feeling of being eroded by loneliness and jealousy.

The clothes on the two people on the bed were completely stripped, they were both driven by the sex and lost their minds, greedily enjoying the beauty of this moment.

Until he was stared at by a pair of angry eyes, the rage could not be described in words.

Later Mo Chen left, Tong Bo still kept him, Mo Chen told the matter to Tong Bo with a wry smile, if he was wrong, he was wrong, whether he was drunk or not, the truth is there, Tong Bo sighed and told Mo Chen to take care.

From then on, Mo Xian didn't go home anymore, and he didn't eat with his family when he went home. Master Mo and Mrs. Mo always said that Mo Xian was wrong when they met, and Mo Yang said good things for Mo Xian in embarrassment. Only the two of them knew the matter well. bright.

The servants around Mo Chen felt strange that Mo Chen disappeared, but no one dared to ask.

Mo Xian refused to admit it but hated Mo Yang deeply in his heart. He didn't know why he hated him so much. Could it be that he and his servants were just doing things together on his bed? He didn't know the answer.When Mo Chen left, his heart was always empty, perhaps because he was used to his service.

Wu An arrives

When Mo Xian walked out of the room, his face was so haggard that he exuded an icy aura, which made people want to retreat three feet when they saw him.

It's more worrying to use alcohol to relieve sorrow, but if you don't get drunk, your head seems to explode. Those ugly memories float in your mind and can't get rid of it. Who can understand the feeling of being betrayed?He never thought that he himself would be betrayed. Once upon a time, that handsome man smiled and told him indifferently that he would follow him for the rest of his life. It was all a lie.

Hating someone but can't help but miss someone, this kind of pain is unspeakable, and only drunk can get a moment's relief.

Merry... more and more romantic, as if nothing had happened, but every time the ugly memory and the dazed facts echo each other, it becomes a big joke.

Finding pleasure and having fun is suffering, and what others see is the still glamorous romantic man swaying all over the place.However, Xiao Yan understands the heartache in this, and he is not envious of Shu Chen.